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Month: June 2013

Part 2: Osteomyelitis, Solving a Health Care Puzzle

Recovery from Osteomyelitis is no picnic. I find out there is no such thing as a cure. Duckie will always be considered infected, to some unknown degree. First, I find that out, then I find out other things. We’re in and out of stories, and around the bush and back. I’m happy I have a sense of humor and some training in problem solving: Asking 5 Whys, Root Cause Analysis, Pareto Charting, Process Mapping.

For those of you just tuning in to Duckie’s story please click this link for Part One, “WII:osteomyelitis as Veterans:Duckie (Putting a Healthcare Puzzle Together)”

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Duckie and Mr. Incredible at a Chicago Sky Game. Duckie is an avid fan.

 

A quick aside: Duckie married a mildly mentally impaired man, Mr. Incredible. They live with us until the two of them get annoyed with Loved One and me. They stay with Mr. Incredible’s parents until the same happens over there. Duckie stays with me while she recuperates. Mr. Incredible visits. He needs predictability. Nothing is predictable here.

NaBloPoMo: The End of the Journey

My sister, Bonita plans a trip with Mom the second week of June for the past 13 years.  I went the first year and again this year with three of my five sisters.  (Yes, I have brothers, too:  three.)  I mark the years by Dad’s death, and by my first grand-daughters birth. This year we travel to the East Coast to visit Uncle Ken, two years younger than Mom, and Aunt Annie, 14 years younger than Mom.  We plan to drive, but Mom finds us plane tickets on the internet that cost less than we’d spend driving.  Yes, Mom did…

NaBloPoMo and Photo Friday: Planes, Trains, Automobiles

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NaBloPoMo: Sisterhood of the Magpies

I need a little quiet time. I grew up with three of these sister. Two more; plus three brothers. No wonder Grandpa dubbed us the Magpies. Non-stop talking, and tons of laughing. In there somewhere, I’m learning a lot about myself. My mind needs some time to wander. A little time to put together sentences that become paragraphs helps the pictures come into focus.

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NaBloPoMo: Mother and Four Sisters Journey East (Day 1)

Most of my family lives in Michigan. Three’s just me and Frank that live in another state. (Frankie, if your read my Once A Little Girl Blog. Yes, Frankie is one of the Little Kids, the one I put the diaper on. Frankie or Frank-the-Prank, or Frankfurter, or Frank by any other name; He is my Pal.) It’s probably no accident that the two of us live the furthest from our origin. We are the most independent, the most rebellious, the most adventurous. Anyways, that’s how I choose to see it.

I had a bright idea: take Amtrak to the small town near Mom’s. I can rest, write, read. The time is a about the same, 5-6 hours, depending on whether we get waylaid by a freight train, but I’ll arrive at just about the same cost, and no travel fatigue. That is, if I don’t count getting to the train station.

First, I get to attend Duckie teaching acrylic painting to the general public.
“I hate you for talking me into doing this!”
“I love painting. Did I spell anything wrong in my instruction?”
“I can’t wait.”
“I hate you.”

20130610-070140.jpgDuckie is wonderful. She takes over the crowd with her smile and her detailed instructions. From the small piece I get to see. I had to leave for the train 15 minutes in. I could have left at 2:08 on Metra, got to the station at 3:30 and ran for the 4:00.

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NaBloPoMo and Photo Friday: Fishing for a Ride

Rocky died. Just a week after Loved-One got him from the G-Kids. They brought over four new koi, a Father’s Day present. After consideration of their personalities and physical appearance they got their names: Rocky, Dr. Streekor, Blu, and Zorro. Loved-One wrapped the deceased Rocky in a sandwich bag and put him inside the freezer. The G-Kids cried when they heard the news. I got out an old jewelry box with a cotton lining, put a ribbon around it, and put the coffin back in the freezer. Tuesday at 8 AM, Beany called to say the koi farmer will replace…

NaBloPoMo: Summertime Government

President Lyndon B. Johnson signs the 1964 Civ...
President Lyndon B. Johnson signs the 1964 Civil Rights Act as Martin Luther King, Jr., and others, look on. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This week I learned that Congressman John Dingle from Michigan (my birth state) just became the longest sitting member of congress, 57 years.  He appeared on The Colbert Report this week.  I wish I had a clip from that show, which shows Dingle has a great sense of humor.  His smile sort of reminded me of Johnny Carson‘s or Dad’s for that matter.

John Dingle expressed the same sentiments, but with less twinkle in his eye,

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